My dinner behind me, I lay dozing in front of the fire, sipping a glass of Pinot Grigio and glancing over my latest Odd Thomas novel. My head was fill...d with ghosts as I dozed and my mind drifted into a gray haze from the wine. I went to the door and raised up on tiptoe to look through the tiny porthole glass peep hole but saw nothing outside. I started walking back to the couch when the sound came again, this time a little louder and accompanied by a soft cry. I cracked the door open slightly. "Even the twins?"Brooke rolled her eyes at me. "They're sixteen. They've sucked your dick and had your tongue in their pussies. I think you can handle seeing them naked." Fine, fine," I conceded, somewhat reluctantly but not completely averse to the idea. Yeah, I still had a mental block when it came to sex with the rugrats, but my hormones and the sexual creature inside me sure appreciated just how nicely developed Eden and Emma had become. And yes, Brooke had a point. Even AFTER the whole. Ayesha: What can I do then?I asked her picture but she said no. I asked her that how can I you then? For that, she said ok and I received a selfie of her with face burka. I praised her for her body maintaince at her age. I chatted like this for some days. One day I asked her to do sex chat. She said ok but only with pictures. I agreed too. So, we exchanged with private pictures of us like her boobs, pussy, dick. I decide to send a masturbate video to her. She agreed and exchanged our videos. She nodded and her husband was beckoned over. His wife said, “I think it would be a great finale for the video if you reclaimed your wife and the director agrees. I know you’ve had a hard-on for a while so let’s see what you can do with it in front of camera. She knew there would only be one take on this scene but they had been partners so long, and he was so excited from what he had watched, that he performed quite well. She exaggerated her responses like she’d been doing all day but the final.